Harry Potter Reborn

Dumbledore decided to give Harry the Pensieve, although he couldn't figure out why the Pensieve could help Harry do these things.

Dumbledore took out the pensieve from the cupboard. It was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the edge, like some weird letters and symbols. Harry recognized it and thought it looked like something he had seen in the History of Magic class.

The Luo characters that I have visited have been lost long ago. The contents in the basin exude a silvery light. It is not like Harry

Nothing he had ever seen before. He didn't even know whether the substance was a liquid or a gas. It had a bright silvery white color and was still spinning. Its surface rippled like wind blowing across water, and yet,

It is like clouds, sometimes parting and sometimes swirling. It is like a liquid of light - and like a solid body of wind.

Dumbledore showed Harry how the Pensieve could retrieve memories and access memories.

Then all the silver matter was reintroduced into his mind, and the pensieve stopped glowing and became empty, just like an ordinary basin.

Harry curled his lips, as if no one cares about your memories, and they are so precious.

…

Wandering in the quiet old castle, I don't think anything of it on weekdays, because I can always see students.

Now the castle is lifeless and seems a bit cold.

In the wide corridor, the only echoing sound of Harry's footsteps could be heard, and it was so quiet that one could even hear Harry's breathing.

The cool breeze blew on Harry, but it caused a dense layer of pimples to form on his neck.

I didn't expect that I, who had even wiped out Voldemort's soul, and that I saw so many ghosts every day, would be so scared in just a quiet environment.

Sure enough, what people fear most comes from their own hearts.

Although he absorbed Voldemort's memory, he was also worried about whether his mentality would be affected, but it seemed that he was still him, and Harry's mentality was still that of an ordinary young man in the previous life.

When he saw Snape's basement, Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

…

There was a glass bottle placed in front of Snape, with half a bottle of blue liquid inside. Tiny air bubbles were floating in it, and it looked a little viscous.

This is the growth potion prepared by Snape.

I picked up the potion and was about to drink it when I suddenly had a question: "How long does this potion last?"

"one day."

"It's only been a day~"

Snape was so angry at Harry's slightly disgusted tone that he could hardly keep the iceberg on his face.

Seeing Snape's dangerous look, Harry thought quickly and said quickly: "It's just the right day, haha, any more is too fat, and one less is too low..."

Snape: "..."

Harry raised his neck and poured the potion into his mouth.

"Gudu, Gudu"

Why don't you feel anything?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the medicine had condensed into a lump, shaking slightly, and slowly sliding down the wall of the cup.

This feeling is so familiar, just like eating jelly.

Finally, he ate it. Harry chewed it twice but found it had no taste and swallowed it.

A strange feeling occurred, and Harry felt that the blue "jelly" melted and shattered as soon as it entered his stomach.

It turns into particles and disperses, filling the bones and flesh of the whole body.

Then it was like there were countless small hair dryers inside the body, spreading out in waves.

Harry felt itchy on his back and couldn't help but scratch it. Then his face became numb, but Harry couldn't help scratching it.

I'm so good-looking, what if I lose my appearance? Harry thought seriously.

Then, Harry found that his surroundings suddenly became smaller and shorter, and his field of vision became broader.

As people grow up slowly, they don't have this contrasting feeling.

This feeling of broadening his horizons made Harry feel as if he had let go of a heavy burden, just like birds flying in the sky, Tarzan swinging in the jungle, and a turtle sinking into the water...

After the feeling slowly passed, Harry got used to it.

Put your hand in front of your eyes. It is a slender and powerful palm, which is a little different from the small hand before.

Harry looked around and found a half-covered mirror.

Harry walked over to see what he had become.

"hiss."

In the mirror was a face that was unfamiliar yet familiar. Harry looked carefully and could find some traces of his childhood.

The eyes are brighter and deeper. If they were top-grade jade before, they are now emperor-grade jade.

He looks very young, about 18 years old.

What shocked Harry the most was that he turned out to be so handsome when he grew up.

It seems that no matter what age I am, I am the most beautiful in the world.

For no reason, Harry felt that being invincible was so lonely, and that life was as lonely as snow.

Harry couldn't help but think: "I remember, weren't the protagonists who traveled through time all looked ordinary? Why am I so extraordinary, like the sun in the sky, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it? I

I understand, it’s because the authors of those novels are not confident enough.”

Harry was obsessed with his beauty and couldn't help himself.

After a long time, he confirmed to Snape: "Have my traces disappeared now?"

But he saw that Snape looked at him in a very wrong way.

Suppressed anger and hatred.

Not looking at him, but looking at his face.

Could it be that he was thinking of James? Harry saw Snape looking like he was about to eat someone, so he thought it would be better to run away quickly.

After walking out of the basement, Harry felt that the clothes on his body were too tight.

Fortunately, he was wearing an extremely loose magic robe.

Harry looked at the fluttering white clouds in the sky and said, "Why don't you give it a try."

Holding the wand tightly: "Transformation."

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound and Harry disappeared.

Harry apparated directly to a street in London.

Why are you so arrogant and unabashed? Because the factory director is my cousin... Bah, because it's night now.

Harry set out in the morning, but it took him 10 hours to reach Hogwarts. Although there were street lights, they were not bright, not as bright as the moon.

In a corner where the streetlight could not illuminate clearly, Harry appeared in a flash.

Sure enough, no one would notice.

Harry turned his head and looked, uh, Harry takes that back.

Sitting by the wall was a beggar dressed in rags, staring at Harry with his big eyes and opening his mouth: "Ho, ho, ghost..."

"I think you look like a ghost." Harry said, and the wand in his hand immediately pointed at him: "Collapse."

Harry didn't even use the memory clearing spell because no one believed him.

The slovenly man with a beard was horrified to see a beam of light coming from the hand of the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, going straight to his head, and whined: "My life is over." (Note 1)

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the next day.

Dirty man woke up by "colleague".

He suddenly remembered the scene he saw before he passed out last night. He grabbed another man's arm and shouted: "Ghost, I saw a ghost yesterday. He appeared with a 'whoosh' sound, and then hit me with a beam of light."

faint."

"You must be out of your mind. You need to change places today. The people around here are really hardcore and never give up their money." Another person shook his head.

The sloppy guy hammered his head hard several times, and suddenly saw a piece of paper stuffed under his feet that looked like money.

He rushed over, opened it and saw fifty pounds.

He kissed her crazily and shouted: "No, he is an angel."

The other person didn't even look at it and sighed: "It seems like he's really crazy."

…

Last night, after Harry returned to London, he did not go to the Broken Ax pub, but stayed in a Muggle hotel.

After politely getting rid of the entanglement of the front desk lady who was greedy for Harry's beauty, Harry entered the room.

I sat quietly and watched the alarm clock on the wall ticking for 15 minutes.

Nothing happened, the Ministry of Magic's owl that was supposed to show up on time didn't show up.

It seemed that no trace of Harry had really disappeared.

Harry excitedly took off his uncomfortable robe, wishing he could howl twice, otherwise it would not be enough to express his inner relief.

Harry walked around excitedly with his wand, eager to use all the countless magics he knew in his mind right away.

But I couldn't think of what magic to use.

Harry smiled bitterly: "My mood is not good enough. What's the difference between it and Fan Jin's passing the exam? Let's take a shower and calm down first."

…

After a long time, Harry walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, he was completely different from before. He was extremely calm, even a little bit sacred.

He glanced at the wand, but found it extremely boring.

The idea just now was really ridiculous, so childish, Harry thought.

Harry's eyes were ethereal, untainted by dust, as if they could accommodate the vast starry sky.

This may be the great enlightenment pursued by Buddhism in the world of Chinese cultivation, and the unity of nature and man pursued by Taoism.

Harry lay on the bed and shed two lines of tears silently.

Take a shower, why should I touch...

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Note 1: Why does the British tramp speak ancient Chinese dialects? Because his lines were given by the author.